Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was change my style?
So what are you Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
Here's another rap that I'm to spit
It goes this, my name is $hort
I'm shit up like never before

Pimp slaps, makin'
Cold money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and vogues ain't shit
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin' Too rhymes

If you ask me, what all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it concern me
Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the House
If you're not cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that
one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, it was corn on the cob

What is Life is Too $hort
I play the bitches it's a sport
Yeah, I'll the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J played

You can call me Too, don't say it
You'll get me mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a morning in 1987
I was in my drop to y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So death in the Oakland streets
Am I live till next week?
Will I get shot by a fiend
to get high, tryin' to steal my ring

I can't say, 'cause I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead flies
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

Cold as hell, the I'm from
last too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my hand I want my freak

You can't deny it, you I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I kick back, or relax
Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap

he knows Too $hort, set the track
They got him up in my serious cap
can't spit straight game on the mic
'Cause he's worse than a fag or a dike

a sucker MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker
To the end of the world and push you
Good luck couldn't you in a four leaf clover

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in your face you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a grown man die, at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
out fake ass Simple Simon

I never understood one word you
But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead
There's one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My is Too $hort, no I don't stop
I don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't rappin' now you see what happens

Your mind is gone, your crew cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
Your rhymes are weak, rap the same
And when it to game, you are lame

Never even heard of Too baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps a rap could rhyme
Tellin' MC's don't waste my time

There's a girl I know her is Betty
Straight to the head just rock it
She's so freaky juice you up
All the home boys can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., even stop
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, say she's black
She's the kind of girl that make your go crack

the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big roller and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
not gonna stop till the end of time
Like and roll I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin'
To all the home boys doin' in the pen
Gonna rock beat for you once again

If you can't get out and mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it sound for
tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're hole dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was and raised in the Golden State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you me some more
Big bank, now just make me
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the
Too baby damn sure ain't fake

But the sucker MC's are screamin'
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, your mouth
How can you talk about me, and me weak
When your father smokes coke and you a freak

So I keep on rappin', if nothin'
Keep jealous thoughts to yourself
and bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're
I send a trick a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So again with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you got the claps
And you punk 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it don't stop, and it stop, bitch
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